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There Was A Young Lady Called Lou

There was a young lady called Lou
Who owned one single shoe.
She would hop along,
Singing a song,
That excentric young lady called Lou!

There was a young lady called Lou
(Or perhaps her name it was Sue).
She worked as a spy
And I’m told she did die
But I really don’t know if that’s true!

Guest author: Kevin Morris ~ Wild Flowers

My thanks to Sue Vincent for hosting me on her blog.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“I perceive

The flowers as I

Pass by.

Should I

Grieve

That they will die?

I paused and smelt

And felt

Their slim stems that I

Could so easily break.

I chose not to take

And did the blooms forsake,

For I

Know that they shall die”.

 

“Wild Flowers” can be found in “The Writer’s Pen and Other Poems”, a collection of 44 poems encompassing the passing of the years, nature, man’s place in the world and politics. The book...

Cat

You padded around
Without a sound,
In that natural, unnatural way.

The curtains where closed
For, without any clothes
My neighbours would have something to say,
As you padded around,
Without any sound
In that natural, unnatural way.

Loyal as a black
Cat, would you come back
Where there cream today,
And pad around
Without a sound
In that natural, unnatural way?

There Was A Young Lady Named Kate

There was a young lady named Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
Her best friend Bess
Lost her dress
And kate, she just couldn’t wait!

There was a young lady named Kate
Who invited me out on a date.
When her best friend Bess
Lost her little black dress
Kate, she cancelled our date!

There Was A Young Man Named Guy

There was a young man named Guy
Who lay on the ground to die.
When it started to rain
He sang a sad refrain
Which made me want to die!

The Ride

We ride
To forget
Regret.
We build inside
Savouring the mare’s stride.
Glide
And then slow
But oh
How quickly we let go
And in our fertile
Thrust
We proclaim our denial
That man is but dust

There Was A Young Lady Called Claire

There was a young lady called Claire
With whom I had an affair.
Her best friend Lou
Joined we two
Along with a girl named Flair!

There was a young lady called Claire
With whom I had an affair.
When her husband Drew
Caught us two
He kicked me down their stair!

The Intellectuals and the Masses: Modernism against the Crowd

Interesting Literature

In this week’s Dispatches from The Secret Library, Dr Oliver Tearle revisits a classic study of modernist culture and snobbishness

John Carey’s The Intellectuals and the Masses: Pride and Prejudice Among the Literary Intelligentsia, 1880-1939 was published in 1992, over a quarter of a century ago now. The book explores how writers of the early twentieth century – intellectuals as such H. G. Wells, Virginia Woolf, Wyndham Lewis, E. M. Forster, and others – conceived of,...

I Awoke to Ravens Cawing

I awoke to ravens cawing.

Their voices sawing

Through my mind.

No peace can I find

From the bird of ill omen

Who mocked the Roman

As he withdrew from these shores,

The bird’s caws

Lost in sea and oars.

Forever Alone

He finds you online
Or over the phone
But he
And she
Are always alone.

In the hotel room
Perfume
Lingers on
Though she is gone
Back to the streets of stone
For she
And he
Are forever alone.